"Baseball: LV2/1%."

After a week of solo training, Fujii improved his baseball skills to the amateur level, and then came to the baseball field after school to find a teacher to lead the team.

"You're going to join a baseball team and be a pitcher?"

Naomi Hayakawa, a female teacher and coach with a reddish-brown complexion, showed a surprised expression, although the principal sent someone to inform her of the news a few days ago, she never expected that Fujii would really come.

She looked at the boy's figure.

The upper body is a little thin, and the throwing power is obviously insufficient.

He is about 1.76 meters tall and has relatively long legs, so he may be suitable for going to the field as a fielder.

Neither hands are unicorn arms, and it is unrealistic to want to be a strong stick.

What are you trying to do when you give up your promising football to play baseball?

Thinking about it again, she still couldn't understand it.

"Yes, I can throw a few shots for you to see the level."

Fujii Shu replied confidently, he had done his homework in advance, the baseball team of Hachioji High School was a team of fish belly, and what could be seen a little bit was a few hitters who could barely fight, of course, their level was not very strong.

"Are you sure? That's good, Shuji Kobayashi! ”

After all, with the leader's care in advance, Teacher Naomi Hayakawa still compromised and shouted at the players on the training ground, and the sound was amazing.

"Hey! Mr. Hayakawa. ”

A muscular male team member trotted over, wearing a full set of catcher gear, and took off his helmet to get closer.

"Our school's baseball team is divided into a first-line team and a bench team, and this is our best first-team catcher, Shuiji Kobayashi, a senior in high school."

After a brief introduction, she led the two to the cowshed (a small area outside the competition field to warm up) by the training ground.

Fujii put on the pitching gloves provided by Naomi Hayakawa, took a slightly worn baseball, and began to move his muscles, while Hayakawa-sensei next to him reminded him.

"The average pitcher on our varsity team is five or six standard distances in a row, and of course, without a hitter."

Is it hard?

Fujii Shu complained in his heart, after practicing for two or three years, he couldn't even throw a non-interference ball 18.4 meters away into the catcher's glove, so it was better to give up the dream of Koshien as soon as possible.

What are you doing in our baseball club?

Shuiji Kobayashi, who was squatting, looked at Fujii Shu who was in a pitching pose, and thought disdainfully, if you play football well, you must be able to play baseball? It's a joke.

Raise your hands above your head, hide the ball in your pitcher's gloves, and lift your left leg to turn your body.

What kind of ball are you going to throw?

Change balls? Or a speedball?

Shuiji Kobayashi is looking forward to the picture of receiving the ball without difficulty, so that this kind of current charge will be in the baseball team, and it will be uncomfortable in the future.

Just use the four stitches you just learned to quickly straighten the ball.

Fujii chose the usual method used in training, and with a wave of his arm, small white dots flew out with a whistling eye, and in an instant, smashed straight into Shuji Kobayashi's catcher gloves.

Buzzing!

Shuji Kobayashi felt that his hands were trembling, if it weren't for his weight of more than eighty kilograms plus protective gear, he would almost be unable to stabilize his body just now.

"Good ball, come again."

Naomi Hayakawa, who was watching the game, said with a twinkle in her eyes, the speed of the ball just now was too fast, and she didn't estimate it, but it was definitely not a high-speed ball that a high school student could throw easily.

Nest grass! No wonder he is so strong at football, this power is really invisible.

Shuji Kobayashi obediently threw the ball back, and Fujii Shu easily received it, after all, he still had the level of the early LV2 stage.

In the same stance, Fujii threw another ball, which was a little faster with the experience of the last time, although he had only used fifty percent of his strength.

"Bang!"

The baseball made a violent noise when it came into contact with the catcher's gloves, and Shuji Kobayashi, who was squatting in the sand, sank half an inch in his shoes, and his wrists were a little sore.

Around 155 km/h! This is already the top level of pitchers in the United States Major League!

Opening her mouth in surprise, Naomi Hayakawa never dreamed that there would be such a pitcher on her team, although looking at Fujii's movements, he was obviously a beginner.

In the third ball, Fujii saw that Naomi Hayakawa did not shout to stop, and thought that he was not satisfied with his performance, so he used a little more force this time.

"Ahh

The amateur level of LV2 in the early days was finally exposed, and the baseball hit Shuji Kobayashi's head, although it was protected by a helmet, but the baseball at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour smashed over, which still caused a slight concussion.

"Our baseball club has hope this year!"

Tetsuya Mizutani, a thin and capable baseball coach, talked to himself next to Mr. Naomi Hayakawa, who was also a baseball player when he was young, and taught baseball at Hachioji High School for more than ten years, but he was not good at it and couldn't get good results.

"There are still four months left in Koshien in the summer, so as long as you practice your head accurately, you may be able to set foot on that land."

After saying that, Tetsuya Mizutani stepped forward and stopped the trial.

"I'm Tetsuya Mizutani, the coach of the baseball club, and I welcome you to join our baseball club, and I will train you to be an ace pitcher!"

In the face of Tetsuya Mizutani's sudden speech, Fujii Shu reacted a little slowly for a while, and only threw three balls, and he determined the position of the younger brother in the team?

"You, didn't catch the ball, ten laps around the field, twenty push-ups, right away!"

Tetsuya Mizutani turned around and called Shuji Kobayashi, who was about to run away, with a straight face, and gave the order to punish.

"Okay! Instructor. ”

Kobayashi Shuji didn't even have time to take off the protective gear, and started running with his whole body draped, it seems that this Kobayashi Shuji coach is no worse than the original Coach Fukai in terms of discipline.

After this trial, it was already half dark, Fujii Shu came to the parking shed and found that the lights were still on, and Azusa Hase, reading the novel under the lights, leaned closer, and coughed.

"Let's go back, Hase-san."

On the way home for the two, Fujii took the initiative to chat.

"Hase-san, if you like reading so much, have you ever thought about writing something yourself?"

"Huh? I didn't think about it, I don't have that kind of talent. ”

Hase's answer is not surprising, Fujii Shu has a little headache, and he can't always accompany her, so he must let this friend shine a little bit, so as to get rid of the current situation of isolation.

"Is there anything you're good at?"

What are you good at?

Hasezi paused for a moment, I don't know if the guitar counts, she has always just played it for herself, although her parents often say that she plays very well, but that should be an encouragement to her relatives.

"Ji ...... He, I can play the guitar. ”

After hesitating, she still said the only hobby she could be considered good at.

"Guitar?"

Fujii stopped his bicycle and looked back at Azusa Hase, who was slow on the electric car.

Transform your appearance, it's not worse than those idol singers at all! Hase-san, if you add the guitar as a gimmick, no matter what the level, there must be traffic.

Fujii, who is well versed in the art of streaming, looked Azusa Hasei up and down and came to such a conclusion.